His mouth moved hungrily on mine, obliterating my pain. There was no room for pain, no room for anything but the heat rushing through my body like lava as Bram stoked the fire with his tongue.
I was gasping when he finally pulled away to look down at me with a dark shine of possession in his eyes.
“You’re the line in the sand, Maeve. Anyone who crosses it dies.”
I touched his face, traced the line of his scar with my fingertips, and he kissed his way down my chest and stomach.
Remy reclaimed his spot on my right and Poe stretched out on my left, and then I was right where I wanted to be — right where I wanted to be forever — between the three men who, against all odds, had captured my heart and soul.
Remy fondled my tits with one hand while Poe touched my chin to turn my face toward him. I’d just sunken into the languid sweep of his tongue when Bram ran his fingers through my cunt.
I moaned into Poe’s mouth.
“That’s what I like to see,” Bram said, pressing circles against my clit. “You’re wet and ready, like a good girl.”
“That right, killer?” I felt Remy’s hot breath against my tit. “You already wet for us?”
I was too lost in Poe’s kiss to answer, but I had a feeling it was a rhetorical question anyway. I was always wet for them.
Always ready.
The danger and violence that had seemed so foreign when I’d first come to live with them was now part and parcel of our life together. Not something to be overcome, to be destroyed.
Something to embrace.
I’d been like them all along.
Remy closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked, and a moment later I felt the long, slow drag of Bram’s tongue through the folds of my pussy.
I pulled away from the kiss with Poe involuntarily, my body short-circuiting with pleasure.
“That’s right,” Poe murmured against my cheek. “Enjoy Bram eating your pussy. It’s just the beginning, little bird. We’re going to make you come so hard.”
Bram passed his big hands against my inner thighs, opening me wider for him, then pushed his tongue inside me.
I used my heels on the bed for leverage, pushing up against his face, wanting the heat of his mouth on every inch of my cunt.
Poe chuckled against my neck. “I think she likes the way you eat her pussy.”
“How do you know it’s not the way I’m sucking her perfect tits?” Remy asked, flicking his tongue against my nipple.
“It’s… not a competition,” I gasped as Bram shoved three fingers roughly inside me.
With Bram, rough was a feature, not a bug, and I’d been surprised to find that I was there for it.
“The fuck it’s not,” Remy said, teasing my other nipple while he lapped at the one under his tongue. “We’re going to worship you.”
As if to prove the point, Bram lapped hungrily at my clit, his fingers plunging savagely into my pussy.
“Oh my god…” I moaned.
I missed Poe’s lips on mine but I wasn’t complaining as he marked a path along my jaw and neck. His mouth was hot against the tender skin behind my ear, and I closed my eyes and sank into ecstasy overload.
Bram’s tongue was hot and slippery on my clit, making feverish strokes that worked with his fingers, burrowing inside me to spark an orgasm deep in my center.
I moved with him, grinding my cunt on his face. Remy sucked on one of my tits, sending sparks to the far corners of my body, and Poe kissed his way down to take the other one in his mouth.
I glanced down and saw Bram’s dark head between my thighs, Remy locked onto one tit while Poe worked the other, and the image of their bodies surrounding mine, all of them intent only on giving me pleasure. sent a bolt of heat though my whole body.
